A/N: We've reached the end, dear readers! The party is almost over, but with the wedding on the horizon I think the fun is just about to begin. Thanks for reading along and being so supportive! I hope you enjoy the rest of the team's antics!
The flight back to Los Angeles was quiet. All four of them were stewing in the embarrassment of what they had done and the longer Deeks thought about it, the worse it seemed. "I really twerked, didn't I?" Eric said faintly an hour into the trip.
"Yeah buddy. You did," Deeks said, patting his arm.
"Okay." He thought for another minute. "Did it seem like Nell liked it?"
"I'm not having this conversation," Sam said immediately.
"But—"
"No."
They sat in relative silence again. "Would you please sit still?" Sam asked, sending a pointed look at his partner.
"I can't help it," Callen said as he squirmed in his seat. "These shorts are riding up my ass. And they have completely non-functional pockets. How do women deal with this?!"
"G, everyone's shorts are up their ass. We have like twenty minutes left. Just deal with it," Sam said through gritted teeth.
They'd had to dash through the airport to make the flight, which left no time to find more suitable attire. Nell had promised to retrieve their bags from the hotel room and bring them back to LA. They'd been given some strange looks by the flight crew, but a stony glare from an extremely grouchy Sam Hanna had stopped the questions before they started.
Deeks wanted to sleep. He wanted his bed and his dog and a beer and to pretend this whole weekend had never happened. He'd never wanted it in the first place and it had ended even worse than he could have imagined.
Eric ordered a Lyft and it picked them up as soon as they disembarked. Deeks felt himself drifting off and was awoken forty minutes later by Callen asking, "What are we doing here?"
Deeks roused enough to look out the window and found they were not at his house, but the mission.
"Okay," Eric said, holding up his hands. "Just hear me out."
"Damn it Eric!" Sam said. "Come on!"
Eric ignored him. Deeks admired him slightly for it. "I know this weekend didn't go according to plan. But Deeks deserves a good bachelor party. We can't just admit defeat."
"Oh yes we can," Callen said, still tugging futilely on his shorts.
"Did we admit defeat when you all were dragging your sorry butts through the Mexican desert?" Eric asked indignantly. "No. How about when Hetty was captured in Vietnam? Not then either. If we can make it through life or death situations we can at least turn this bachelor party into something to remember. Now go inside and find something to wear that doesn't make us look like a bunch of high school girls! You have ten minutes. Go!" he insisted when none of them moved.
"Beale's getting awfully ballsy," Deeks said as they trudged through the doors. "I don't think I like it."
"One night of stripping and suddenly he thinks he's in charge," Sam grumbled, pulling a t-shirt from his locker.
They wandered back out to the car fully clothed. Deeks had never in his life been so grateful for jeans that fit. "Eric, your plan better include all of us going home to our own beds," Callen said.
"You're just going to have to trust me on this one," Eric said. "Everybody in."
They took off and Deeks was wondering just how badly it would hurt to bail out of the car while it was in motion when they stopped. He squinted out the window. "The beach?"
"Come on," Eric encouraged, shooing them all out into the early morning.
The place was deserted, the sun just starting to come up.
Eric pulled something from the trunk and held it up. "Wetsuits?" Deeks asked.
"What says 'Deeks' more than surfing?" Eric said with a grin.
"Oh, now we're talking." Deeks grabbed the wetsuit and within minutes the entire team was submerged in the water, rented surfboards in hand.
Deeks floated on the surface, letting the sunshine wash over him as he looked at his friends. They'd tried. They'd really tried to give him a fun weekend. It wasn't really their fault things hadn't worked out. Well, it was kind of Eric's fault, but the ocean had him in a forgiving mood. "Thanks guys."
"Let's just hope your honeymoon goes better than this trip," Sam said.
"If the way he wiggles his hips is any indication it should go really well," Callen said with a grin.
Deeks shook his head and smiled. They might drive him crazy, but he was grateful for their friendship. Even if it sometimes meant they ended up stripping in front of his fiancée.
If there was one thing the Cupcake Girls loved more than spa days and late night sugar, it was brunch. So it was no surprise that when Kensi finally opened her eyes on Sunday morning the girls immediately shoved her into yet another dress.
She was exceptionally hung-over from all the cheap wine of the night before, but the smell of pancakes and bacon perked her up a bit. The girls spent several hours enjoying mimosas and eggs benedict before packing up and hopping in the limo to head back to LA.
"Okay, okay!" Tiffani tapped her champagne glass as the strip flew by out the window. "I have something to say." She waited until she had everyone's attention. "KayKay, when we met, I had no idea that you would become one of my best friends. You are truly one of the most amazing people I've ever met. You've always been there for all of us and we just love you so much." She began to choke up and Kensi found her own eyes filling with tears.
These silly girls meant so much to her. They'd kept her tethered to the real world and reminded her that there was life outside of kicking ass and interrogating suspects. They'd been there for every significant moment of her adult life. They didn't care if she hadn't seen or talked to them in months, they picked up the phone the second she needed them and were at her apartment with booze and chocolate in hand. And they had welcomed Deeks with open arms and nothing but love.
"We are all just so happy that you and Deeks found each other. You are absolutely perfect together and we wish you all the best," she sniffed and raised her glass. "To Kensi and Deeks."
The girls all echoed her and Kensi smiled as they clinked glasses. "Okay, enough crying girls!" Mindy said. "We've got presents to open!"
Gift bags appeared out of nowhere and Kensi felt her cheeks go slightly pink. She was no prude, but the girls were extremely open about their sex lives and, despite her best effort, she felt like they knew more about what she and Deeks did in their private time than she ever wanted anyone to know.
She opened the first bag praying that the only thing inside would be lingerie and not something more scandalous. She'd been to Mandy's bachelorette two years earlier and thought she might never forget some of the things that had come wrapped in sparkly pink paper.
Fortunately all she got were some sexy nightie sets, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs (she did not tell the girls that she already had some), and dice with sexy bedroom suggestions and body parts. She had to admit, the girls had very good taste in lingerie and there were quite a few things she knew Deeks would like, including a Wonder Woman set that Nell had handed her with a very cheeky grin on her face. Something told her that Deeks might receive a complementary set of boxers.
"Girls," Kensi looked at all of them, their faces smiling and wonderful. "You're amazing. Thank you."
"We just had to KayKay! You deserve it," Kat said.
Nell reached over and squeezed her hand. Kensi floated on cloud nine for the rest of the ride home.
Deeks was in bed watching TV when she returned. Monty barked and jumped off Deeks' pillow to greet her and then followed her, tail wagging happily, back into the bedroom. Kensi dropped her bag by the door and then flopped face first onto the sheets.
"Well hi there," Deeks said in amusement. "I take it you had a fun weekend?"
"I need a vacation to recover from my friends." Kensi's voice was muffled because she refused to lift her head.
"Welcome to how the rest of us feel about them."
"How do they have so much energy? They barely eat. They barely sleep. All they do is drink and party and go to day spas."
"Maybe you're just getting too old for their shenanigans."
Kensi lifted her head and glared at him. "This from the man who nearly got murdered and had to become a stripper AT HIS OWN BACHELOR PARTY."
He winced. "Yeah you're not going to let that one go anytime soon huh?"
"Oh. No. Definitely not. You're going to be hearing about that one for a looooooong time," she said as she pulled herself up to sit next to him.
"Ah well. At least it'll be a fun story to share with the grandkids."
"You're not sharing it with kids of any kind."
"And you're not sharing it with my mother," he said knowingly.
She raised her eyebrows and smirked. "Behave and I won't have to."
"Seriously, did you have fun though?" he asked.
She kissed his cheek. "Yeah, I did. I'm freaking starving right now though."
"I thought you might be. I ordered pizza. Should be here in about thirty minutes."
"Oh my god," she stared at him in wonder. "I really am marrying the perfect man."
She leaned over to kiss him and then upped the ante by swinging a leg over to straddle his hips. "Watcha doing there babe?" he asked in between kisses.
"Well," she grinned and sat up, slowly sliding the zipper down the back of her dress, "the pizza's not coming for thirty minutes. And I did just spend an entire weekend in Vegas. I thought I might show you a few tricks I learned from a stripper there."
"I thought what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas," he said cheekily.
She smiled. "I won't tell if you won't."
A/N: Thank you again for making it to the end. And thanks again for helping get me to 100 fics! I couldn't have done it without your support and amazing reviews. You are the best!
